Chapter 478

Sunshine, beach, breeze, coffee — this was a very pleasant combination. A man with a sickly pale complexion was reclining on a bench. He wore a pair of sunglasses on his face and seemed to have fallen asleep.

This was a beach that belonged to him alone. The ocean was an area that humans had yet to conquer and cover. It was not difficult to find an uninhabited island here. Moreover, some islands would sometimes sink to the bottom of the sea and surface again after a few years.

A wave that was almost twenty stories high suddenly rose from the sea in front of him. It was like a ferocious beast with its mouth wide open. Even the sunlight was blocked by it.

The man on the bench did not seem to notice it, and continued to doze off.

Finally, the wave reached the shore, but it suddenly receded, leaving only a huge bubble on the shore. There were eight people standing in the bubble, and the leader was a blue-haired young man. His eyes seemed to have an amber texture.

"Sills, you sure are carefree."

The blue-haired young man rubbed his wrist as he walked over. There was a lot of food beside Hill's bench. Just the coconuts alone were piled up to half a person's height.

The blue-haired young man did not treat himself as an outsider. He took a straw and inserted it into the coconut, and started to drink the coconut juice.

The seven people who came with the blue-haired young man stood there obediently. One of them seemed to be Asian.

Hilles took off his sunglasses, and grumbled to the blue-haired young man beside him, "Is your life too boring, Mascher? Is that why you're here to disturb my peace and quiet?"

"Haha, haven't you had enough of the living dead in the Land of Proving Dao? Now that you've finally come out, you've come to an uninhabited island in the ocean. I've been looking for you for a long time. " Masiere stretched and looked around. He found that there was only one bench here, so he sat on the ground and threw the empty coconut away. He shamelessly took a new one and continued to drink.

"My business is my business." Hill seemed to be a little helpless with this guy, and he could not be bothered to say anything more.

"You should know that the old palace of the Macedonian Empire has been moved away, right?" Masiere seemed to want to cut to the chase.

"If I told you that my next-door neighbor's father moved it away, would you believe me?" Sills asked.

"It's like when my classmate bragged to us that David Beckham lived next door."

"Then we have nothing to talk about." Hill put on his sunglasses again, and seemed to be planning to sleep again.

"Don't worry, I have an appointment with Kerry. He should be here soon." Masiere took a third coconut.

"You even called him?" Hill, who was lying on the bench, sneered. "What exactly do you want?"

"We found something. Because of the appearance of the ancient palace and its removal, some of the sealed historical records were proven to be correct. The records that were originally thrown into the trash were dug up again. As a result, there were some special discoveries." Mascher seemed to want to deliberately use a "teasing" tone to arouse Sills' interest, but Sills was like a salted fish, unwilling to even turn over.

"Then you and Kerry can go. What do you need me to do?" Hills said lazily. "I'm not interested in forming an Ambush of Treasures alliance with you."

"Aren't you a Formation Master too?"

"But those Formations are more Eastern. Hill, you know very well that there aren't many in the Western circle who can compare to us in terms of Formations. However, you are also very familiar with Eastern things. So, this time, we really have to ask for your help. Aren't you curious?"

"But those formations are more Eastern. Hills, you know very well that there aren't many in the Western audience who can compare to us in terms of formations. But you're also very familiar with Eastern things, so this time, we can only ask for your help. Aren't you curious?"

Hill, you know very well that in the entire Western circle, there aren't many people who can compare to us in terms of Formations. However, you are also very familiar with Eastern things. So, this time, we really have to ask for your help. Aren't you curious? "

Before Hilles could open his mouth, a wave of heat swept over from afar. A flaming phoenix swept over from the sea. The seven veterans on the shore were all standing in their bubbles, while Hilles and Masiere had the support of their own instincts, so they were fine. However, the originally lush island seemed to have been bombed by a gasoline bomb, turning into a barren, dead island.

The fire phoenix transformed into the figure of a young man in the air. The young man was wearing an Arsenal jersey.

"Kerry, you definitely did it on purpose!" Hilles was flustered and exasperated.

"I have no choice. I have to resort to extreme means to ask for your help." Kerry walked up to Hill and took a coconut for himself. He took a straw from Masiere.

"I won't give in!" Hill jumped off the bench. "I don't believe that you dare to burn every island in the ocean. If you can't do it, I'll go to an island with more tourists. Let's see if you dare to burn all the living people there!"

"Sills, what are you trying to avoid?" Kerry asked as he sucked on the coconut juice. "You seem to know something that we don't. Otherwise, I really can't understand why you're so depressed."

"What do I know?" Sills shrugged and looked like he was going crazy. "Didn't I already make a post on the website? If I, you, and you reach Dao Vindication now, there's a certain chance that we'll survive. In other words, we'll be able to live in another place for a period of time.

But these people, unless they're geniuses, are destined to be cleaned up like garbage in two years! "

Hill pointed to the seven veterans who were still standing in the bubble. The faces of the seven veterans immediately darkened. However, due to Hill's identity and strength, none of them dared to say anything.

"Hey, there's an Asian here. You remind me of a friend. He's a Chinese. What about you? Are you Chinese, Japanese, or Korean?"

The yellow-skinned, black-haired young man who was pointed out by Hill replied, "Sir, I'm a Chinese."

"Oh, you're also a Chinese. Do you know a guy named Su Bai?" Hill asked casually.

"Su Bai?"

Gu Fan was stunned. He was a little confused, but he still nodded. "Yes, he's a very good friend of mine. We've been friends since we were young …"

"You're lying." Hill frowned and said with certainty, "If you were his friend, you would definitely describe him like this.

That selfish, self-righteous, self-righteous, self-centered bastard!

For example, that's how I see him. "

"…" Gu Fan was speechless.

…

The surroundings were filled with misty white mist. Fatso and Monk were maintaining and observing the array in front of them, while Lord Zeng was meditating with his legs crossed.

They did not think that anything would happen to Su Bai. After all, he was just borrowing the ghost soldiers to enter a dream. If it were an ordinary person, it was very likely that he would be so caught up in it that he would forget who he was. In fact, many people suddenly suffered a stroke or died because they encountered the ghost soldiers, and their souls followed them without knowing it.

However, Su Bai was not an ordinary person. When it came to willpower, even Monk had to admit that he was inferior to him.

Moreover, Su Bai's body and soul were now bound together and had become one. This was just like what women liked to say — controlling a man's heart and stomach was the same. If they wanted to abduct Su Bai now, they would have to take both his heart and stomach away, which was undoubtedly much more difficult.

Therefore, Fatso and Monk didn't really take it seriously at first. However, they were professionals after all. Although they were a little absent-minded, they still observed as they should.

At present, from the feedback of the array, Su Bai should be in a nervous mood. The ball of threads in front of Fatso began to tremble.

"It seems that Da Bai is frightened by the Ancestral Gragon's coercion. Hahaha." Fatso gloated. "To be honest, I haven't seen an emperor yet."

"There are still many royal families in Europe, but there are none in our country. Even if we look back more than a hundred years, the last few emperors of the late Qing Dynasty didn't have the Qi of the True Dragon. It doesn't matter whether we see it or not," Monk said.

"Oh, what a pity. Even if it's just a memory, I really want to know what the Ancestral Gragon looks like. Hey, Monk, do you think I'm sitting on the wrong side? When Fu Su fought with us, he regarded us as scum, like the Second Japanese Puppet Army. "

"There were many young people in Western Europe who worshipped Che Guevara. This kind of thing has little to do with the camp." Monk sighed. "Poor Monk also yearns for it."

While the two were talking, the threads in front of them suddenly stopped moving.

"Eh? This thing is not moving. Da Bai's heart is as still as water? " Fatso smacked his lips. "He's so calm. It's like a man after he shivers."

Monk's expression suddenly changed. He spread his hands and chanted an incantation.

The next moment …

The originally motionless threads suddenly ignited. Even the array began to shake, as though it could collapse at any time.

"What the f * ck! What the hell is going on?!" The fat man immediately bit the tip of his tongue, spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and began to forcibly press it down on his palm. This array was arranged by him and the monk to connect to Su Bai's side. It was equivalent to the rope that Su Bai had returned from the memory of the ghost soldiers. There must be no accidents, especially now that there were signs of accidents.

Monk took out his Buddhist beads and chanted Buddhist scriptures. The surrounding Buddhist light appeared and began to further strengthen the array.

However, in the sky above the array, a golden shadow suddenly appeared. The majestic Dragon's Might pressed down, causing Fatso and Monk's faces to turn pale. Blood began to flow from their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose …

"Damn it, how can there be a dragon in a dream … and it's a Five-clawed Golden Dragon …" Fatso cursed.